Great Ming: The Old Emperor Zhu Orders My Death, and a Hundred Thousand Guards Surround the Palace

After transmigrating to the Ming Dynasty, I became the ninth prince, Zhu Qi.

Since childhood, I had been chained up in the Cold Palace because my mother was a foreigner who fled the imperial palace in the third year of Hongwu's reign.

The day they put the chains on me, I started pretending to be a fool. I knew that if I didn't, the Old Zhu could have me executed at any moment.

One day, news arrived from the Western Regions: Consort Hu was going to marry the king of the Timurid dynasty.

The ninth prince, Zhu Qi, was sentenced to death.

On the day of his execution, a hundred thousand Imperial Guards descended like divine soldiers, broke through the city gates, and attacked the imperial palace.

Facing this pack of wolves and tigers, the Old Zhu was both shocked and furious. "Whose cavalry is this?"

The civil and military officials were left dumbstruck.

The ninth prince, Zhu Qi, slowly raised his head, his gaze sharp as a blade. "Mine."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.